CLUES (1994)
by Michael Primont
mprimont@msn.com
The passers by peer at my foreign face
with curious, open faces they ask a silent question:
What is it like in the outer world.
I cannot ever reach there.
It is beyond my hope. My hope can never take me beyond the horizon.
Your face comes here from beyond the horizon.
They will grasp at every gesture, everything I do to find a clue to the
outer world.
Am I as intelligent as they? Am I angry? or afraid? or lost?
what do I smell and sound like? Are my teeth the same color as theirs?
Will I give them a rash if we brush against each other? How can
anyone have
such a nose and such big feet? Does it hurt?
How do people treat each other there? Are they capable of being as
kind and as stupid as we are? Cruel?
by Michael Primont
mprimont@msn.com
The passers by peer at my foreign face
with curious, open faces they ask a silent question:
What is it like in the outer world.
I cannot ever reach there.
It is beyond my hope. My hope can never take me beyond the horizon.
Your face comes here from beyond the horizon.
They will grasp at every gesture, everything I do to find a clue to the
outer world.
Am I as intelligent as they? Am I angry? or afraid? or lost?
what do I smell and sound like? Are my teeth the same color as theirs?
Will I give them a rash if we brush against each other? How can
anyone have
such a nose and such big feet? Does it hurt?
How do people treat each other there? Are they capable of being as
kind and as stupid as we are? Cruel?
